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“We used to have a great druood Then Dev ‘turned’ him The dude didn’t even know he liked boys before—”

“Oh, he knew” Because they always do, whether or not they’ll admit it

Nick shrugs “Could be But Dev brought hi wide open, the poor guy wanted a boyfriend Dev had just wanted a conquest Especially one who had been the All-Ah school track star”

“Dev is a slut?”

“That’s our boy”

Dev’s trailing Hunter by the hand now, and they are snaking their way through the club Their perfor of two coveted barstools fros and haul them over to our table and sit themselves down

“Nice show,” I tell Dev

“Wasn’t it?” Dev laughs He looks like the love child of a Bollywood movie star and whoever this year’s Adam Brody is I can’t bla babe, whose point score doesn’t even receive deductions for the faded and torn “Lodi Track & Field” shirt he’s wearing

Dev’s animation is the antithesis of casual-boy Nick “FUCK! You heard about the show? Where’s Fluffy! WHERE’S FUCKING FLUFFY!” He plays ivesstroke of a etting back in the game

And then our ref sashays to our table like the beauty queen s/he is and addresses Nick like they’re old sorority sisters: “Girl, be a dear and help e equip for Toni’s salvation all along Good—maybe Toni can share some PMS elixir with Nick and send him back revived